2470: C2470 Zhang Xing's Fury

C2470 Zhang Xing's Fury

The Shakyamuni is the Shakyamuni of the Central Plains.

His main cultivation method, the Martial Skills, was the Human Dao of the Nine Nines Great Dao.

This had evolved from the Human Dao of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, and it emphasized the essence, spirit, and spirit of the cultivator.

The essence, spirit, and spirit also reflected the state of a living person.

None of these could be missing.

Zhen Zhongyuan was still half a step away from advancing further and reaching Tier 6 of the Deity Realm.

He wasn't in a hurry to kill the farmer and the others. He wanted to kill the disciples of Tian Long Sect bit by bit to make these elders feel fear, despair, and helplessness.

Zhen Zhongyuan grinned hideously as he pressed his palm against the Azure Mountain Tribe's base!

The Mortal Dao Dharma Body behind him also moved at the same time.

Rumble!

A huge palm stirred the wind and clouds, causing them to change color. Thunder rumbled, and a palm that looked like the sky was burning with air ruthlessly slammed down.

This was very different from Brother Ming's palm from before. Although it was aggressive, when compared to the soundless might, progenitor Xi Qi and the others immediately knew that the first palm strike was not from the Central Plains!

However, there was no time to think about it now. Their figures flashed and they charged forward at the same time to stop the destructive palm strike from hitting the ground.

But how could their speed shake the Central Plains!?

Boom!

The giant palm instantly landed on the Azure Mountain Tribe's base. The hilum buildings and the disciples of the Azure Mountain Tribe were all reduced to ruins!

Another huge palm print landed on the ground.

Immediately following that, zhenyuan took another step forward with a hideous smile. He instantly arrived at the Golden Mountain Tribe's base. At the same time, he raised his foot and stomped down violently!

The practicing body of the Human Path behind him also raised its huge foot and stomped down mercilessly!

The farmers who saw this scene were so furious that their organs were bleeding!

No way! They couldn't wait any longer. They had to inform Zhang Xing immediately!

He knew that if these people dared to come, they wouldn't be afraid of dragons. Although he couldn't tell the level of their cultivation level, the people of the Central Plains were respectful in front of them.

In that case, the identity of these people was obvious.

The farmer didn't want to inform Zhang Xing. He was afraid that he wasn't a match for these people.

But now that the entire sect was about to be destroyed, as a Vice Sect Leader, he couldn't just let Zhang Xing know.

Even if Zhang Xing wasn't a match for him, he would still have a chance to escape.

Tian Long Sect wouldn't suffer a calamity for the time being.

With a cracking sound, the farmer crushed the Jade Talisman in his hand!

At the same time, Zhang Xing happened to pick up the teacup. He planned to drink this cup of tea and then take his leave.

But at this moment, his expression suddenly changed. The teacup he picked up landed on the table.

"Shen Master, I have something to take care of first!"

With that said, his figure disappeared from where he stood. Master of the Mountain of Secrets, shen Baiyi, was stunned on his seat. He held the teacup and fell into deep thought!

When Zhang Xing's figure appeared in the western region of Heavenly Dragon Sect, he was infuriated by the scene in front of him.

Two mountain peaks of the sect had been shifted to the ground. Two striking palm prints seemed to be mocking him!

It was as if they were saying that this Heavenly Dragon Sect was just a bunch of useless fools who were strong on the outside but weak on the inside!

But now that the Golden Mountain Tribe is on the brink of destruction, he doesn't have the time to figure out who these people are.

"First Saint, go and stop him!"

A dark blue shadow flew out of Dragon Island in an instant and crashed into the humanitarian magical clone of the Central Plains.

"Huala!"

Just as the huge foot was about to step on the head of the Blue Mountain Tribe, a blue shadow flashed past the huge foot.

That huge foot was instantly smashed into pieces.

The blue figure did not stop, continuously shuttling back and forth on the Dao Arts of the Central Plains.

Rumble! Swish!

Zhenyuan's expression changed, and he swung his fist towards the figure of the First Saint.

At the same time, the magical clone raised its huge fist, but Sacred One's figure kept flashing, and it threw a few punches at the air.

At this time, everything below the waist of the original practicing body had been shattered and turned into clouds of drifting mist.

"Withdraw!"

Zhenzhong Yuan's Thought Body was of no use to Sacred One. It was immediately retracted into his body.

"Zhang Xing, are you finally willing to appear?"

"Is the Hidden Mountain Cult declaring war on my Heavenly Dragon Sect?"

Through his appearance and cultivation technique, Zhang Xing knew that this man was the Deputy Sect Master of the Secluded Mountain Cult. Three years was more than enough for him to understand the situation of the enemy.

"Declaring war? Zhang Xing, you are not qualified. You are not qualified! In the eyes of the Hidden Mountain Cult, you are just an ant. We have never regarded you as an equal opponent!"

Zhen Zhongyuan sneered.

"Since that is the case, let's fight! I hereby declare that the Hidden Mountain Sect will be the main target of our Heavenly Dragon Sect from now on.

You, zhen Zhongyuan, will be the first Hidden Mountain Sect disciple to die under the dragon claw."

Zhang Xing pointed his finger at Zhen Zhongyuan. At the same time, a group of blue shadows pounced over.

He was at the sixth level of the half-step God Realm, and his strength was quite formidable. Saint One could only fight him to a draw.

However, saint One still had more than 90 brothers!

Boom!

More than 90 holy dragons directly attacked the Central Plains.

The Central Plains was just about to open their mouths and say a few sarcastic words, but they were sent flying back into their stomachs by the attacks of the dragons.

Moreover, he was beaten until he retreated again and again. He simply did not have the strength to retaliate at all.

Zhen Zhongyuan was terrified. If he were to fight one or two dragons, he would still have the confidence to deal with them for a while, but these ninety or so dragons were so scared that their scalps were numb. How could they have the courage to continue fighting?

However, he was also unable to break through the encirclement of the dragons, surrounded by them like sandbags, beating them up one after another.

"Brother Ming, senior Brother..."

At this moment, the Central Plains was already surrounded by danger. They had no choice but to ask for help.

"Stop!"

Brother Ming did not have any intention of helping at the start. He looked at the ninety plus holy dragons and a greedy look appeared in his eyes.

He looked at them so much that even his saliva flowed out.

But following the call of Brother Ming, he woke up from his fantasy.

However, these two words of his were like air. Zhang Xing ignored them, and all the dragons were even more disdainful towards them.

Bang!

Pu!

Zhenyuan was sent flying by a Sacred Dragon claw. His internal organs felt as if they had been struck by lightning, and he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.

Crack!

Zhen Zhongyuan only spat out half of his blood when one of his legs was broken by the Sacred Dragon claw.

Rip!

A piece of flesh and blood was torn off from his back.

Bang!

His chest was hit by the dragon's tail...

The dragon claw and dragon's tail rained down on Zhenyuan's body like raindrops, and his entire body was no longer intact.

He had already lost his breath and was in a coma.

"How dare you..."

Seeing this scene, brother Ming was truly enraged. To think that no one would listen to his words. He instantly felt ashamed.

Even though he didn't care about the life and death of the people from the Central Plains, he couldn't be killed in front of him!

However, just as he finished speaking, a dragon claw crushed the cephalo- that shook the Central Plains with a puff!

Another dragon claw crushed his waist, which was equivalent to breaking his waist.

However, before the dragons could stop, a few more dragon claw instantly crushed the other parts of his body.

Along with the broken bones and flesh, a storage bag and a pink crystal ball fell from the sky.

"Zhang Master, hua Rong's soul is inside the crystal ball..."

The farmer's trembling voice came from afar.1

Zhang Xing waved his hand, and the crystal ball and storage bag flew into his hand.

Within the crystal ball, a three-inch-long soul was sealed.

Zhang Xing frowned. He had only left for a short while before Hua Rong was killed by the shock of the Central Plains!

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